Hi! This is part 2 of 2 (link below). This one was a little tough to write (see my note at the bottom as to why), but I really like how it came out, and I hope you enjoy it!💜

Part 1

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

“Touch yourself.”

“Huh?” I say, confused. I’ve been staring out of the window for the past few minutes, letting the soothing hum of the engine and the passing lights outside calm my racing heart. His sudden demand that I touch myself startles me, but I manage to go on. “Here? In the car?”

He chuckles. “Where else, baby?”

“But–“ I begin saying, but Tobias interrupts me.

“But nothing. I told you to touch yourself, so you’re going to be a good girl for me and do it, aren’t you?” He’s not even looking at me, all while I’m looking at him slack jawed.

“What do you have planned for when we get home, anyway?” I ask as I pull my dress up. He still hasn’t given me back my panties, so the moisture between my legs has nowhere to go but down. I graze my clit, and my breath catches. The orgasm he gave me a few minutes ago hasn’t subsided yet, so I’m oversensitive as hell.

He lets go of the wheel for a moment to change gears, then brings it to the exposed skin of my thigh. His hand is so big, and so warm, that I feel his touch in my entire leg. The veins of his hand pop out when he squeezes my thigh possessively. I nearly let out a moan when he does it again. His grip on me makes me feel like his, and all I want is for his hand to stay there forever.

Tobias only answers my question when I continue touching my clit. “Nothing we haven’t talked about before.” He repeats the same thing he told me earlier, before we left, and I’m equally confounded as to what that could mean.

“Can I have a hint?” I try.

“Stick a finger in your pussy and I’ll give you a hint.” It’s a fair bargain, I suppose, so I push my index finger inside me. I let out a moan and start rubbing my clit with my other hand. Satisfied, he goes on, “I’m going to breed you.”

I stop moving, stop breathing. “What? What do you mean?” I ask, as though he was at all unclear. We’ve talked about having children together before, and it’s something we want eventually. But we’ve never talked about how, and him breeding me is...unexpected.

And, strangely, the thought sends heat down to where I’m touching myself.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Tobias asks, and I hurry to continue. “Add a finger.” I do as he says, stretching myself.

My breath becomes heavy, but I go on to ask, “What do you mean you’re going to breed me, Sir?” I tack on ‘Sir’ at the end in the hope of getting more information.

“I know you’re on birth control, but as of tonight, you’re going to stop. I’m going to come inside you tonight, and then every night from now until I’ve put a baby in you.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the image.

“Whenever you make me come, it’s going to be inside your tight, little cunt. And every time I fill you up, you’re going to say, “Thank you, Sir,” like a good little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, unable to say anything else. I can feel myself getting closer.

“Say it,” he demands.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Are you close?” he asks, and I nod just as he glances over. “Do you want to come?” The way he asks it tells me he already knows the answer, but I give it anyway.

“Yes, Sir. Can I? Please?”

“That’s too bad,” he says just as he removes his hand from my thigh. He grabs the headrest behind me to look behind us, and I realize he’s backing us up into our driveway. Excitement courses through my veins at what we’re about to do.

Yet, I still demand, “Why not?”

He parks the car and turns off the engine. “From now on, you’re not allowed to come unless I’ve come inside you first.” I let out a gasp, I can’t help it. “I own your pussy, Ally.” He looks over at me, and I shrink a little back into my seat, yet heat continues to pool between my legs. “I own every part of you, including your pleasure. This way, you’ll learn to love every moment of this process. Every time you feel my come dripping down your pretty, little legs, you’ll be allowed to come, whether it be by your own hand or mine.”

The way he’s putting this, like he’s going to train me as he breeds me, makes me shiver in anticipation. I could safeword right now, and we’d talk this out. But I don’t want to. All I want is to give myself up to him, to let him do what he wants with me, and thank him for doing it. We’re probably going to talk about this more tomorrow, but for tonight, I’m going to hold his hand while he takes the lead.

With that thought in mind, I say confidently, “Please breed me, Sir.” A smile lights up his face, and he rounds the car, opens the door, and leads me into our house.

Tobias leads us to our bedroom, keeping a comforting, large hand on my lower back. When we make it there, he leans down to my ear, nipping it, then whispers, “Strip, baby.”

I comply immediately, too consumed by lust to even feign reluctance. I unzip my dress in the back, then let it pool on the floor before I step out of it, leaving me completely naked except for Tobias’s rose-gold collar around my neck.

I face him, keeping my hands folded and my gaze on the top button of his shirt. He starts circling me, inspecting every inch of my exposed skin. His gaze makes me shiver, but I don’t go to cover myself.

He comes up behind me after a minute, circling my waist with one arm while his other hand grabs at my breasts. I gasp at the sensation, a nervous flutter making its way down my stomach when I feel his erection pushing against his pants behind me. The hand on my stomach starts snaking its way down, closer to my core, while he latches his mouth onto my neck, nipping and sucking with aching gentleness.

I moan when his fingers tease my entrance. He’s everywhere around me, his fingers both inside me and playing with my nipples, and his tongue licking up and down the side of my neck. The way his tongue catches on the thin collar, like he wants to remind himself that it’s there, that I belong to him, makes me ache to please him.

I can’t take it for much longer. It’s almost strange how overwhelming it is, considering how gentle he’s being with me, but that’s why it feels so overwhelming. He’s teasing me yet overwhelming me all the same.

“Can I…” I start but trail off when he nips at my earlobe. His tongue darts out to flick my earring. “Sir, please…” I try again, but I realize I can’t speak properly, not with him holding me like this. His fingers inside me start moving in and out faster, yet not enough to do anything but tease me.

“Tell me,” he whispers into my neck, then bites my flesh gently. The hand he has on my breasts moves up to lift my hair up, giving him access to the back of my neck. His teeth latch on to the back of my collar, and he tugs at it gently. The sudden, yet barely perceptible pressure on my throat pushes a gasp out of me. “Fuck,” he breathes against the nape of my neck, making the hairs there stand on end. “I love when you wear my collar.” A pause. “And nothing else.” As if to emphasize the point, his palm flattens on my clit, pressing it a little, and his other hand moves back to tug at the aching peaks of my breasts. “You still need to tell me,” he reminds me.

“I forgot,” I say, honestly, because the way he’s playing with me is making me forget my own name. My body is his, and it always has been. He manipulates and plays with it in the most addicting way.

He huffs out a laugh, his breath fanning against my neck. “Get on your knees, princess.”

Slowly, with shaking legs, I lower to the floor. I look up at him, smiling, and he gives me a proud smile back. His hand comes to my chin, gripping it to keep my gaze up. He lovingly strokes my lower lip with his thumb, then inserts it slowly into my mouth.

Still with my eyes on him, I suck it into my mouth, nipping at his nail in a teasing way, then swirl my tongue around the length. He hums in appreciation, and my eyes briefly catch his length straining against his slacks. It twitches under my gaze, like Tobias can’t wait to see my mouth give his cock the same treatment that I’m giving his thumb.

“Pull it out,” Tobias says like he’s reading my mind. I keep his thumb in my mouth as I bring my hands up to his zipper, slowly pulling it down, then I unbutton him. Finally, I pull down his pants and his briefs in one, slow motion.

His cock springs free, and his thumb withdraws, gently smearing across my lower lip as it does. I go to lick him, but he gently grips my hair, holding me back.

“Ask nicely,” he tells me.

“Can I suck your cock, Sir?” I ask with as nice a voice as I can. I know he’ll say yes, but I still try to seem polite, like I’m trying my best to get him to say yes.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely.” He grips the base of his length and brings the head to my lips. He still hasn’t given me permission, so my lips remain pursed, and he smears his pre-come across my lips. “Go ahead.”

I open my mouth and hollow my cheeks when I lower my head down onto his length. He’s pretty big, meaning I can’t take him all the way down without gagging, though I try my best. I bring him as far in as I can, but as though seeing what I’m doing, he gently pushes in further.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Gag on it.” I do just that, though I manage to stay in place for him. My tongue swirls around his head, and he lets out a moan. I can’t get enough of his reactions to me. He pulls back just a bit, allowing me to lick the slit at the tip of him.

He moans again, and the sound travels straight to my core. I manage to get more out of him when I gently suck at his head.

“Fuck,” he groans in a low, achingly strained voice, like he’s holding himself back. “You’re going to make me come if you’re not careful.” I look up at him, wanting him to explain what we’re doing. He’s said he’s going to breed me tonight, but I won’t disobey him if he changes his mind and orders me to swallow his come instead.

He pulls out, breathing heavily. He’s struggling to go slow, I realize, and my love for my husband grows deeper.

“Get on the bed, baby.” I stand up instantly and walk over to the bed. “Lay on your back and bring your knees up.”

My cheeks heat when I obey, bringing the heels of my feet to my butt, and making my shins rest against the backs of my thighs. In this position, my wet centre is entirely exposed for him.

“Stay still,” he continues. He rummages through a drawer for a minute, then returns with a couple lengths of rope. I stay completely still for him when he ties my shins to my thighs, forcing them to stay bent, then he gently pries them open.

My legs end up spread for him, and he ties the ropes around them to the bed, forcing them to stay like that.

Once satisfied, he ties my hands together, then raises them up above my head to tie them to the headboard.

I’m so exposed, and I try to bring my legs together on instinct, but I can’t. He catches the motion and laughs gently. “That’s not going to work, baby girl,” he mocks from where he stands next to the bed, and I whimper a little.

His fingers come down between my legs and swipe up my slit, collecting the wetness gathered there. He then brings his digits to his mouth and sucks them eagerly. His following groan is probably the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard in my life.

“You taste fucking addicting, Ally. You taste like you’re mine.” His words are so deep, like a growl, and I nearly moan at the sound.

“Please,” I mutter. “I need you inside me.”

“Please what?” he asks.

“Please, Sir.”

“That’s not what I mean, baby. You know what I want to hear.”

Oh, god. It was one thing to say it in the car, when the idea of it was more abstract. But to say it here, when he’s seconds from doing it, feels so humiliating. Yet I say it anyway, always aching to please my husband. “Please breed me, Sir.”

Tobias groans at my words. “So fucking polite.” He comes onto the bed, then leans over me. He’s careful not to enter me yet, but his lips come down to mine.

He kisses me like he’s lost in me, like he can’t get enough no matter how much he takes. His tongue swirls around mine, yet I can’t keep up with how quick he’s moving. Every time I try to enter his mouth, he pulls back a little, telling me he wants me to take him.

I let him pillage my mouth in the best way. He bites my lower lip just hard enough to hurt, yet gentle enough to feel like a loving caress around me, and I moan against him. Without realizing it, my hips rise, and my clit rubs against his head.

He laughs into my mouth, then pulls back. “So eager for my seed, aren’t you?” I nod immediately, so eagerly that he has to pull back to avoid being headbutted.

When he pushes into me, he does it so gently, so slowly, that I’m forced to feel as every bit of me stretches around every bit of him. We both moan against each other when he pushes in to the hilt. He stays there, letting me get used to his size. He kisses me again, just once, then pulls back to look into my eyes with such intensity.

His hips move a little, like he’s struggling to hold himself back, and I almost beg him to continue, but then he groans, “Fuck.” He starts moving a little, just enough to create a little friction. “You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.”

I moan when his tongue licks up the side of my neck. He dips it under the collar around my neck, where the skin has become a little more sensitive, and I buck against him. He’s moving faster now. “God…” I moan.

“Such a tight little cunt.” His rough words contrast in the best way with how gently he’s treating me.

He moves down a little to get to my breasts, where takes one peak into his mouth. The moan I let out is unashamedly loud. His skilled tongue, the one I love on or in any part of my body, flicks my nipple up and down.

It’s so intense, so tender, the way he takes care of me as he fucks me.

He leans down a little, letting himself take me deeper. He brings one hand onto my inner thigh, right next to where we’re joined, and his thumb starts playing with my clit.

I gasp, but he sucks the sound into his mouth when he kisses me again. Even though I’m tied up and spread for him, unable to resist him, he doesn’t go faster or treat me roughly. It’s like he wants me to be submissive and spread for him, just so I can’t resist him when he treats me like nicely.

“I’m close,” I force out when he stops kissing me. I remember his promise from earlier, how I’m not allowed to come before I’ve taken his seed, and I’m determined not to.

“I know.” He does, he always does, yet the pleased smile plastered on his face tells me he’s so proud of me for telling him, for not making sure I don’t come without his permission.

He stops thrusting for a moment just as he sheathes himself inside me. His mouth comes down to my ear, and he gently licks behind it for a moment, then whispers, “I want you to beg me for me to come inside you. To breed you. To impregnate you. I want my wife to be swollen with my child.”

I shiver.

“You’re going to take all of my come inside your womb, and every time you touch your gorgeous, pregnant belly, you’ll think of this moment. Of how you were begging for it.” I moan at his words, just as he bites at my earlobe. “Be a good girl for me, baby. Beg.”

“Please,” I breathe against his neck. “I need you to come inside me, Sir. God, I want you to put your baby in me. Please.”

“You beg so fucking pretty,” he praises just as he starts thrusting again, this time a little faster.

“Please. Oh, god, please fill me up.” That unleashes him, and he moans into my neck as he finishes. He makes sure to plunge all the way into me, pushing a yelp out of me, as he releases inside me.

“Such a good fucking girl for me.” I moan at his praise. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Tobias,” I whisper. “Thank you.” I can feel his come starting to trickle out of me. “Baby, your come is leaking out of me.”

He huffs a laugh against my cheek, right before he gives it a kiss. “Good girl for telling me.” He pulls all the way out, then kneels on the bed, right beneath me. His fingers come up to my inner thighs and start gathering his come, pushing it back into me.

His eyes are fixed in what he’s doing, like he’s consumed by it. “You’re taking it all,” he tells me when his coated fingers bottom out inside me.

Then, his tongue comes down onto my clit.

I cry out when he flicks it back and forth, then sucks it into his mouth. He keeps gathering his come that’s leaking out of me and pushing it back in. The sensation, and the knowledge of what he’s doing to me, is overwhelming. Soon, I’m bucking and writhing beneath him, desperate to come.

“Oh, god,” I moan. “Sir, please, can I come?” I beg.

“Of course you can.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “My good little girl, taking all of my seed for me. Even if you don’t get pregnant from tonight, you will soon. And until then, I’ll come inside you every night, and you’ll come on my face afterwards.” His tongue flicks out, licking up my entire seam, not even flinching at the taste of himself leaking out of me. “Come for me, baby.”

It only takes one more gentle suck at my clit for me to unleash. I moan as I feel overwhelming pleasure and love washing over me. His gentle words, his gentle licks now that I’m releasing, have me writhing and gasping into the air. He continues lapping up at me as I come down, giving me one last kiss before he gets up.

“I’m just going to clean you up, okay?” he says a minute later, having returned with a rag. He gently wipes away the excess that he couldn’t keep inside me, then starts untying my restraints.

I stay there, absorbing all his gentle, loving kisses he presses to my stomach. He kisses me like he’s kissing the future baby that’ll grow in there, and I nearly cry when I realize what he’s doing.

Actually, I do cry when he lovingly grips my waist and gives me one last kiss to my lower abdomen. “Aw, baby,” he soothes when he sees the tears rolling down my cheeks. He wipes them away, then kisses my underneath both of my eyes as though to erase my tears from existence. “You okay?” I nod eagerly, offering him a weak smile.

He lays flat on his back, then pulls me against his chest. I lay there, listening to his heartbeat, feeling so overwhelmed yet so loved. He gives me a kiss to my hairline, and I sigh contently.

Maybe we’ll have a family in nine months, maybe not, but until we do, I’ll feel happier each day, waking up in his arms.

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it! 💜

PERSONAL NOTE: (This gets a little sappy, please skip if this isn't your speed!) Writing this felt like my own personal therapy session, I won't lie. I can't have children myself, and even though it's not something I think I'd want regardless, I think a lot of women who can't have children relate to feeling sad about it. It's not that I want them, but it's still sad that I don't even get that choice, which is why this felt so good to write. I didn't really plan on making this story so tender and maybe even a little sappy, but it just happened naturally, as I just poured myself into this fantasy. I realize this is weird for a smut subreddit (even though you're all awesome people of course), but I felt it was important to add this personal note. Regardless of if anyone can relate to this or not, I sincerly hope this story made you smile, at the very least💜 And maybe got you off too, if that's more why you read my stories🤭